dragfest 09

i lead a secret life. ok, well it's not so secret now. actually wasn't so secret before, but i liked the supposed intrigue. to be more accurate i seem to live a double life. with some i am the art loving, theatre attending, movie lover who's favorite spot in sf is the legion of honor. for others i am a pit chick, a hot rodder, a lover of drivable machines that are so powerful, the earth shakes.

the latter part of my life takes up many weekends and consumes too many miles to count. most treks are to bakersfield, some to sacto--even a few more down south. all in the search of good friends, good times and some pit action. a few weekends ago, i found myself at the 2nd annual dragfest at famoso. this was to be a weekend of going back in time. of seeing a bit of the past. of hanging out, drinking some beers and shooting the shit. of runnin' what you brung and laughing until it hurt. and grabbing your chair, pulling up some staging lane to take in the drive-in movie while the band's music fills the air and instantly transports you to a place you hear of, but have never seen.

it's about being at the end of the pitch black dragstrip on saturday night with a great friend, looking up at the stars in between catching glimpses of the moonlight gleaning off of a 32 coupe. all the time thinking "i hope i never forget this".

like i said, it's hard to explain unless you're there. and you grew up in it. unless you live it on the frequent weekend and during every conversation with your dad. here's to the 3rd annual next year.